Chapter 4 She Is Pregnant

Harriet felt like she was melting under Tristan's intense gaze.

She bit her lower lip hard, using the pain to stay grounded.

She couldn't let herself fall for him again. This loveless marriage had to stop.

Absolutely not!

Her phone rang, shattering the tension in the room.

Tristan ignored it at first, but the relentless ringing finally got to him.

He picked up the phone, saw the caller ID, and let go of Harriet.

She saw the name on the screen: Lark.

In the past, if someone called during their intimate moments, Tristan would ignore the call and silence his phone. But if Lark called, he answered right away.

Harriet listened as he spoke softly into the phone, "I'm at home... She's not after you, don't worry... Alright, I'll come over soon..."

Harriet sat up, her hands shaking as she buttoned her shirt.

Tristan hung up and turned to her with a smirk. "In such a rush to get dressed, afraid I'll devour you?"

Harriet stayed silent.

Tristan reached out to help her with the buttons. "If you don't want me undoing these again, come downstairs and have dinner with me."

Thinking about what almost happened, Harriet didn't refuse. Resisting was pointless.

In the dining room, the maid, Rhea, had prepared a table full of delicious dishes.

"Mrs. Lancaster, you've lost weight. You should eat more," Rhea said.

Tristan looked at Harriet, who was eating daintily across from him.

He noticed she had indeed lost weight. She was already slim, but after coming back from prison, her jawline was even sharper. She was still beautiful, but something about her seemed different.

Rhea placed a piece of steak in Harriet's bowl. The smell made Harriet's stomach turn, and she retched.

"Mrs. Lancaster, are you okay?" Rhea quickly poured Harriet a glass of water. "Do you feel sick?"

"I'm fine," Harriet managed to say, calming herself. She stood up. "I'm full."

Tristan watched her leave, his appetite gone. He put down his knife and fork and stood up.

"Mr. Lancaster, you haven't eaten yet," Rhea said.

"I need to go out," Tristan replied, putting on his coat. "The food in prison is bland. She's not used to greasy food. Make her some porridge."

Rhea nodded. "Yes, sir."

Harriet had just gone upstairs when she heard the sound of a car engine starting.

She smirked. Tristan had promised Lark on the phone that he'd see her, and now he was leaving without finishing his meal. True love, indeed.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Harriet watched the car drive away and closed her eyes, feeling exhausted.

Suddenly, a thought struck her, and her eyes widened as she recalled her recent symptoms.

The urge to vomit at the smell of meat was a sign of pregnancy!

Harriet was stunned. She didn't need to think hard to know it was from the time Tristan came back a month ago.

Tristan never liked using condoms, saying they felt restrictive, so she always took the morning-after pill.

That day, she had planned to take the pill after visiting Cleo at the hospital, but Cleo's sudden death had left her so heartbroken that she completely forgot.

Harriet's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

Once she calmed down, she decided to buy a pregnancy test to be sure.

The clear double lines on the test confirmed it.

She couldn't believe that missing the pill just once had led to this!

Harriet gently touched her abdomen.

Just when Harriet had finally decided to divorce Tristan, she found out she was pregnant.

Life sure had a twisted sense of humor!

Feeling restless, Harriet tossed and turned until the early hours before finally falling asleep. When she woke up, it was already daylight, and Tristan hadn't come home all night.

She went downstairs for breakfast, and Rhea rushed into the dining room, looking excited but hesitant.

"What's going on?" Harriet asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did you win the lottery?"

"Mrs. Lancaster, it's you who won! How long were you planning to keep this from me?" Rhea pulled out a pregnancy test. "I found this in the trash. You're pregnant! This is wonderful news!"

Harriet stayed silent.

Seeing her lack of joy, Rhea asked anxiously, "Mrs. Lancaster, aren't you happy?"

Harriet took a sip of her porridge. "Rhea, I've already filed for divorce."

Rhea was shocked.

"Mrs. Lancaster, you want to divorce Mr. Lancaster? How can that be?"

"Why can't it?" Harriet responded calmly, "Rhea, don't you think he and Lark seem more like a real couple? They were together before I came along and took on the Mrs. Lancaster title, preventing them from being together openly."

She had foolishly hoped Tristan would fall in love with her.

How laughable and pitiful.

Rhea's eyes filled with tears, "Mrs. Lancaster, even if you don't say it, I know how much you've suffered in prison this past year. But now it's all over. You should focus on building a life with Mr. Lancaster. I believe he'll see your worth eventually."

"And now that you have a child, everything will change. A child should grow up in a normal environment. For the sake of the baby, you can't get divorced."

Harriet was taken aback. She had lost her parents at a young age and was raised by her grandparents.

Though they gave her all their love, she envied other kids who had their parents.

She knew a child should grow up in a complete family.

"Mrs. Lancaster, men change when they become fathers," Rhea continued to persuade. "Many men settle down and focus on their families once they have children. For the baby's sake, you should give Mr. Lancaster another chance, don't you think?"

Harriet nodded slightly.

Rhea was right. For the sake of the baby, she should try again.

As long as Tristan could keep his distance from Lark, she was willing to let go of the past and work on their marriage.

After breakfast, Harriet took a cab to the Lancaster Group.

Their marriage wasn't public knowledge, and few people at the company knew she was Mrs. Lancaster.

Harriet called Tristan's assistant, who came down to escort her upstairs.

When she entered the CEO's office, Tristan was on the phone.

Seeing Harriet, he wasn't surprised. After all, she always cooled down after a night's sleep.

The assistant brought Harriet a glass of water and then left.

Tristan hung up the phone and looked at Harriet, "Why didn't you sleep a bit longer?"

"I've had enough sleep." Harriet pointed to the thermos beside her, "Rhea asked me to bring you some soup."

"Thanks, I'll have it later."

Harriet looked at him, "Tristan, where were you last night?"

Tristan didn't hide it. "Lark wasn't feeling well and was admitted to the hospital. I stayed with her."

Harriet's fingers trembled. After a long pause, she asked, "Tristan, if we had a child, would you spend more time at home?"

Tristan frowned slightly, "You want a child now?"

"Don't you?" Harriet countered.

Tristan lit a cigarette, took a drag, and spoke in a low voice, "Harriet, now isn't the right time for a child."

Harriet was stunned, "Why not?"

"Lark's health isn't good lately. If you got pregnant, you wouldn't be able to donate blood to her."